Spray-paint and Skateboards (SakuAtsu Dancer AU)

Chapter 13: The Hoodie

It was around half past eleven when Terushima and Semi finished Atsumu and Sakusa's tattoos. Komori's, being smaller and needing less detail work, had been finished two hours before so he'd went home on his skateboard after some convincing from Atsumu that he'd be okay without Komori.

So, all bandaged up and ready to go, Atsumu paid Terushima and thanked him while Sakusa did the same. Then, they stepped out of the shop and into the cold night air.

Sakusa turned to Atsumu to ask him something, but he instead managed to catch him shiver as a breeze of icy wind blew past them.

"You okay?" Sakusa asked.

Atsumu avoided his gaze, "Yeah," he answered, "Thanks for lettin' me tag along."

Sakusa furrowed his brows as he watched Atsumu take a step forward and place his skateboard on the ground. Sakusa's eyes widened briefly as he saw the goosebumps that ran up Atsumu's arms under the light of the street lamp.

Right as Atsumu was about to step onto his board, Sakusa grabbed his wrist. The first thing he realized was the way his hand easily wrapped all the way around Atsumu's slender wrist, which made it dangerously easy to wonder if he could possibly hold both of Atsumu's wrists in one hand.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Sakusa focused on the second thing he noticed, "You're icy cold," he pointed out.

Atsumu wrenched his wrist out of Sakusa's hand, "I'm fine," he answered.

Sakusa shook his head, "No, let me drive you home," he insisted.

Atsumu looked away, the tips of his ears reddening slightly, "I'll be fine, Sakusa," he replied defiantly.

Sakusa narrowed his eyes, "Atsumu, I'm not letting you go home in the cold," he declared, "You're going to get sick."

Atsumu scoffed, "Why d'ya care if I get sick?" He questioned, "It doesn't affect ya in any way," he added, turning back to face Sakusa.

Sakusa closed his eyes and sighed before he reached up and pulled his hoodie off. He ignored how the cold air prickled his skin and instead moved to fix his t-shirt that had ridden up when he took his hoodie off.

Sakusa looked down at Atsumu, who was watching him carefully, and offered him the hoodie.

Atsumu narrowed his eyes, "What's this for?" He questioned.

Sakusa rolled his eyes, "Are you dense?" He countered, "If you're going to refuse my offer to give you a ride home, then I'll give you my hoodie so you can stay warm," he explained.

Atsumu's cheeks burned, "An' what makes ya think I'll take it?"

Sakusa scoffed, "Look, Atsumu, I know you're a stubborn masochist, but you can't go making yourself sick just because," he declared.

Atsumu's face practically glowed in the light of the street lamp, "I-I'm not a masochist!" He defended.

"Sure, but you are stubborn," Sakusa said with a grin before it melted into something more serious, "Please, Atsu," he let the nickname slip again, "Just take the hoodie."

Atsumu looked at the ground as if contemplating his answer before he grumbled, "Fine," and accepted.

Sakusa sighed in relief as Atsumu took the hoodie from his hands and slipped it over his head.

Atsumu breathed in the smell of Sakusa's minty cologne and tried to ignore the comfort it brought him. The hoodie was all black, but it had a white hood and sleeves and a geometric white panther decal on the back. It was also warm, and so big that it basically swallowed him up whole.